Sons of an intellectual age, we scan
And weigh the heart's findings with our mental measures,
Surmising never once that no mind can
Win even a clue to the soul's resplendent treasures.
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You diagnosed this fatal malady With an insight born of loyalty to love And so disowned our reasoned revelry Whose dire discord your heart could never approve. Very nice poem
ose dire discord your heart could never approve10++++(++(+++++++
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